Sentences with phrase «sit arm in arm»

In a photograph from their childhood, Nikolas and Zachary Cruz sit arm in arm, grinning like the best of buddies.

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A help desk in the back, which Blumenthal compares to Apple's Genius Bar, pays homage to the reference desk at a library: Staff members sit at the large (often wood or marble, and minimalist) piece of furniture, armed with a desktop computer and ready to assist.

When he sits at an outdoor table in downtown Burlington at lunchtime, a stream of passersby call out his name, stop by and squeeze his arm, or shout hello from their Volvos.

The 3 - D printed violin, guitar and cello are designed to sit in the musician's arms as a traditional instrument would, but the technology allows for personalization and customization to the size and fit of the musician.

Paschall, owner of The Beauty Strip waxing salon, and Vasseghi, an L.A. - based fashion executive, launched the company in 2012 when they realized there was demand for fast waxing options — regardless if the area sits above a woman's lip or on a billionaire investor's arm.

Two days after this year's Academy Awards, Mycoskie sits in his world - bazaar - flavored office, one leg hooked over the arm of a chair, sipping sparkling water and munching almonds from Whole Foods.

President Bush sits down to sign the Protection of Lawful Commerce in Arms Act, which shielded the firearms industry from civil lawsuits brought by victims of gun crimes.

The only thing being suppressed is her ability to state it loudly enough that you can easily hear it sitting in an arm chair listening to Fox News.

Have you ever sat down in your home, put up your feet, stretched your arms out behind your head and wondered what it would be like to make money without working for it?

We always hold hands walking down the street, sit with my arm around her shoulders on the bus, kiss in restaurants.

Meanwhile, for more than a year, we went to Mass every Sunday, and every holy day of obligation, sitting where we knew we could get in line to approach the celebrant priest (not a deacon or extraordinary minister) with our arms folded to receive a blessing.

But right now I want a bath and a pint of Guinness, I want to sit beside the man cradling our last little baby in his strong arms and lean my head into his shoulder, memorize this exact moment, I want to stay here in this pause for just a while longer.

All I can picture is some old, bitter hag sitting behind it's keyboard flailing it's arms in protest.

Similarly, Garrison Keillor («Companion» host, writing in the liner notes to the anniversary record album) comments that his own earliest memory of radio, from his childhood in Anoka, Minnesota, is «sitting on my uncle's lap, his arm around me, my head next to his, as a tiny band played, and a man in New York said it was true, the war was over.»

But some Bunyan, writing Pilgrim's Progress in a prison where it was so damp that, as he cried, «The moss did verily grow upon mine eyebrows»; some Kernahan, born without arms and legs, but by sheer grit fighting his way up until he sat in the House of Commons; some Henry M. Stanley, born in a workhouse and buried in Westminster Abbey; some Dante, his Beatrice dead, he himself an exile from the city of his love, distilling all his agony into a song that became the «voice of ten silent centuries», or some more obscure and humble life close at hand where handicaps have been mastered, griefs have been built into character, disappointments have been turned into trellises, not left a bare, unsightly thing — such incarnations of fortitude and faith have infectious power.

When I sat in my lounge chair in my back yard to read, as I did almost every day, Harry would appear and sit nearby, or occasionally would sit on my arm for a few minutes.

You've been sitting under a rock pretending that you religious freaks don't whip yourselves up in arms and say «NOW that is GOD's work?»

I saw more than one small shepherd sit on his hay bale, cowboy hat pulled down over his eyes as he buried a tear - stained face in his arms.

In evil case the army stood, their stores of food were spent: Peter the holy Hermit, he sat before his tent: Then came to him the King Tafur, and with him fifty score Of men - at - arms, not one of them but hunger gnawed him sore.

We debate right to bear arms and to restrict that we take rights away from everyone becasue a few white kids sitting in their darkened rooms playing computer games go off the wall.

Just like God, we sit around with our arms crossed and a scowl upon our faces at all the sin in other people's lives.

I've known Jesus for as long as I've known my name, and still I use other people like capital to advance my own interest, still I gossip to make myself feel important, still I curse my brothers and sisters in one breath and sing praise songs in the next, still I sit in church with arms folded and cynicism coursing through my bloodstream, still I talk a big game about caring for the poor without doing much to change my own habits, still I indulge in food I'm not hungry for and jewelry I don't need, still I obsess over what people say about me on the internet, still I forget my own privilege, still I talk more than I listen and complain more than I thank, still I commit acts of evil, still I make a great commenter on Christianity and a lousy practitioner of it.

Once when the Prophet had been sitting on a tree stump and then abandoned it for a higher seat in order that the increased number of listeners might hear him better, all the audience heard the wailing complaint of the stump, a wailing which continued until the Prophet took the stump in his arms and consoled it as one would console a baby.

A friend sitting at his side looked in the direction pointed by Hitchcock and was surprised: he saw nothing unusual, just a priest who, while talking to a young boy, had placed his hand on the boy's arm.

Lord Justice Burnett and Mr Justice Haddon - Cave, sitting in London, said the decision to carry on the arms trade was not unlawful.

If one read in Isaiah 40 vs. 13, YHWH tells us of this servant who will work for Him, and that YHWH is who taught him, and counseled, and instructed him, he is the arm of YHWH, then you go to Isaiah 40 vs. 18, and 25, 28, of who YHWH is, and that we are not to compare Him to no one, for in Isaiah 40vs.22, YHWH says He is who sits on the circle of the earth.

And in that moment, I felt happier than I felt sitting on the set of the Today Show, happier than I felt watching my Amazon rank jump up (and then go back down), happier than I felt when a stranger grabbed my arm in Times Square and said, «you did great!

Scary movies don't feel good for your health, in that they are stressful and sometimes you scream and other times whoever you're sitting by digs their nails into your arm.

Out of the bubble that is American life, we sat with dying men and women, held newly orphaned babies in our arms, and cried with shattered family members.

A nice lady brought me a cup of tea and I sat in smug serenity whilst my baby slept peacefully in my arms and everyone else's created merry hell.

Messages from the brain to my muscles cause them to contract in ways that result in the very complex movements of my fingers and arms as I sit at the machine.

I sip on it first thing in the morning, I'll bring it along in the car when I'm carting my kids around town, and when it's time to sit down at the computer to share recipes with you, I always have a glass of iced coffee within arms reach.

If you lift your arm in a certain upwards motion he will sit down, no questions asked.

Let me tell you, short of sticking you butt in the refrigerator and sitting, arm drenched over the door, on a shelf — this horchata is a sure fire way to cool down.

I have my box of (oh so cheap) Arm & Hammer baking soda sitting in front of me.

Dreaming about the ice cream maker sitting in storage on the other side of the Atlantic, I made my first semifreddo armed with an inexpensive immersion blender with a whisk attachment.

I was sitting there, sweating in my sassy Abercrombie ensemble for what felt like hours, before Brad's arm tightened around me.

In this moment I can feel her sitting within arm's reach.

I wanted no pleats of belly - fat as I sat on the throne - like chair bearing my midriff and neither did I want wobbly arms fanning the guests as I took my vows in the Hindu manner.

One of the 12 men is a recent university graduate; all of the rest are still students in an era in which young people are locking arms and marching against the war in Vietnam, against racism, against authority, standing up and sitting in for Truth and Justice.

«He couldn't even lift his arms to rebound because there were people sitting in the stands,» Stallings explains.

Someone who claimed they were sitting next to Kreider's friends at the game says the story is Kreider has a blood clot, supposedly in his left arm.

QB Russell Wilson has looked good at times, showing a better arm than Kellen Moore, but has made some questionable throws when he was sitting comfortably in the pocket.

He can run around in their midfield bursting forward before running down a blind alley or falling over then sitting on the floor with his arms in the air.

But the fact that most of the reloaded pool is either sitting around with arm in sling, or has already been hammered out of the majors, makes me think there is a deeper issue than just needing to wait another year for the rebuild to take hold, again.

• 09 Podolski — Under used, best left foot in the squad, no good at chasing back • 10 Wilshere — Falls over a lot, injury prone, runs down blind alleys, spends more time sitting on his arse waving his arms around than influencing the game • 14 Walcott — Quick, can change games with his pace, improved his finishing, can't wait for him to be back to full fitness • 22 Sanogo — Looooooooool, that is all • 26 Martinez — Haven't seen enough of him to truly judge.

The big birthday cake with the purple - and - gold frosting that was meant for McCombs, who turned 71 on Monday, remained untouched in the owner's box at the Metrodome for most of Sunday, as did the purple swivel chair the billionaire McCombs sits in during games, the one that allows him to spin around and wave at fans or fire off football questions to an assistant armed with a thick binder containing Minnesota's game plan and scouting report.

I can actually imagine all those Crow's sitting in a Row, along his arms, Whilst one is picking at his straw like hair, Whilst saying to the other Crow's!

There was a TV within arm's length as I sit in the chair.

Greg Cook, the starting quarterback in 1969 who sat out last season and will miss this one after two operations to correct a shoulder injury, watched the workout with Chip Myers, a wide receiver who managed to break both arms in an exhibition game.